Part 2 of 3

Their second day of babysitting, was a little bit more than weird.

Zuko was admiring the collection of swords and weapons on the wall, both decorative and real. Running his finger along the sharp edge of the blade, he wasn't ready to say out loud that he was actually quite impressed.

Behind him, Katara sat with Little Yue in her lap. Brushing her hair and braiding it skillfully, with the same hairstyle she had for years, Katara looked up to see Zuko pondering the weapons.

"Katara, I never knew your brother had such a fine collection of swords."

The waterbender smiled at this, placing down the brush by her side.

"Actually, those belong to Suki."

Surprised, he gave a gasp and stepped forward. With a yelp his head made contact with the sharp edge of the blade.

Katara and Yue gave a gasp of their own, racing over to the hurt Fire Lord. Placing his hand to his head, Zuko grunted as the two girls rushed to his side. Katara bended the water from her pouch to his face, healing the cut so there was no damage done.

"Thanks."

The Fire Lord mumbled as he sat down on a nearby chair. The healer nodded as she patted the toddler on the head. Little Yue watched them wide eyed, slightly frightened by the visible blood on the sword and on his hands.

"Kiss it. Kiss it, Aunty to make it better!"

"W-what!? No, Yue!"

Both heads turned toward the little girl, with puffy eyes and pouted lips.

"N-no! Don't cry, Yue!"

Katara and Zuko stood there waving their arms as the first tear rolled down the three year olds cheek. Their shouts at the toddler only made it worse until a loud ear piercing wail.

"Okay! Okay fine! Just stop crying!"

Zuko stared at Katara, unable to believe what he just heard. Taking a step back in surprise, again, he looked at the waterbender as if she was crazy. Little Yue's cries could be heard a mile away, and pretty soon Sokka's neighbors would start complaining.

"You're actually going to listen to her?!"

"If I don't she's never going to stop crying, Zuko!"

Looking down at the wailing three year old, he gave an exasperated sigh. Before he could protest, Katara grabbed the front of his robe and pulled his head down so her lips and his forehead were at the same level.

Too bad Zuko was born a fighter.

Resisting her grip from surprise, he stood upward, not sure what was exactly happening.

Too bad Zuko also had bad timing.

Just as her lips brushed against his forehead where the wound had been, Zuko had moved his big hot head up. Both their lips made contact, brushing against each other in a small but complete kiss.

Blushing, they immediately stepped backward and turned around.

Katara grabbed Yue's hand, pulling her back. With their backs facing each other, trying to ignore Yue's loud giggling, they quietly spoke to each other.

"...That never happened."